Dead Radio

You're bad for me
Like Cigarettes
But I haven't sucked
Enough of you yet.
Nothing is sacred
And nothing is true,
I'm no-one that's nowhere
When I'm here with you.
I've lost the power I had to distinguish
Between what to ignite and what to extinguish.
I blew in last night,
I'm the ghost from the coast.
When the lighting is bad
I'm the man with the most.
You left me to choke
On a heart up in smoke,
Smiling through your tears
And your tetracycline overdose.
You're good for me
Like Coca-Cola.
I don't get any younger,
You don't get any older.
Everything's sacred
And Everything's true,
All this possible
When I'm here with you.
I've got a lot to say
But I keep my own counsel.
I'd like to spit it out
But I won't speak with my mouth full.